THE MANCIPLES TALE（第1页）

theprologue

weet*yenotwheretherestandsalittletown，*know

whichthaty-calledisbob-up-and-down，

undertheblee，incanterburyway?

thereganourhostefortojapeandplay，

andsaide，"sirs，what?dunisinthemire.

istherenoman，forprayernorforhire，

thatwillawakenourfellowbehind?

athiefhimmightfull*robandbind*easily

seehowhenappeth，see，forcockesbones，

ashewouldfallefromhishorseatones.

isthatacookoflondon，withmischance?

do*himeforth，heknowethhispenance;*make

forheshalltellatale，bymyfay，**faith

althoughitbenotworthabottlehay.

awake，thoucook，"quothhe;"godgivetheesorrow

whataileththeetosleepe*bytherrow?**inthedaytime*

hastthouhadfleasallnight，orartdrunk

orhadthouwithsomequean*allnighty-swunk，***whore**laboured

sothatthoumayestnotholdupthinehead?"

thecook，thatwasfullpaleandnothingred，

saidtohost，"sogodmysoulebless，

asthereisfallnonmesuchheaviness，

iknownotwhy，thatmewerelever*sleep，*rather

thanthebestgallonwihatisincheap."

"well，"quoththemanciple，"ifitmaydoease

tothee，sircook，andtonowightdisplease

whichthathereridethinthispany，

andthatourhostwillofhiscourtesy，